He had blue hair on his head and he shaved all the rest
He carved my name in the roof with a stamped steel spoon
He spoke French Spanish English, danced salsa modern and bboy
And he was a wild hunter for me in a barren white moonscape
I had bad dreadlocks and a penchant for sunsets
I took my sleeping bag into the desert each night and drew the cords around my face
I taught myself French, sunburned my breasts, and stomped the floor til my ankle gave
And I let him love me one dusty day at a time.
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